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[Well, she's here, she's unpacked, and even before arriving at the elaborate underground base she saw at least four people in ludicrous costumes chasing other people in ludicrous costumes while driving in from the airport. She's in the right place.]

[Omeganet, Video]

[Broadcasting on the Omeganet is a red-haired woman in her late 20's, wearing a blue military uniform shirt and a tan beret. Military nerds will recognize the combination as not American even if they can't make out the UN and Canadian Special Forces Command insignia on the edges of the video.]

Good afternoon, Omegafriends. My name is Commander Shepard, and I'm here representing the United Nations Super Hero Intelligence-Finding Task Force.

[She relaxes slightly, as if she's normally used to saluting while introducing herself.]

I'm formally here as an observer, but I've got a few skills that I think I can add to your team. I'll be spending the next couple of days getting acclimated, and if Venture City's reputation is anything to go by, probably foiling a robotic robbery every time I go out for coffee.

And if there's any supervillains tuned in to this, no hard feelings on that part. I just like coffee.

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"Honestly, we don't have much of a tradition of masked heroes in Ylisse, either, but I like the people I'm staying with so I figured I'd adopt the local customs."

Pause.

"Plus, y'know, might be interesting to deal with people who don't know I'm royalty for once."

"Oh, so you're a real princess. I thought that might just be a codename."

Shepard thinks on it for a moment, but she doesn't actually know anything about Ylissean royalty.

"So what can you tell me about Ylisse, your highness? 'Pegasi' pretty much covers all of what I know."

Pause to think.

"It was founded about...three thousand years ago, I think? By my ancestor, the Hero-King Marth. When I was younger, Skeletor invaded and stole a tome of dark magic from Plegia; it took Dad and his Shepards a couple of years to clean up after that mess. I'm not too good at history, though, so I can't tell you much else."

She'd smirk at that if this was text.

"Sounds like a long and storied history. Kind of glad the New World is lacking in tomes of dark magic now, though," she admits.

Pause.

"Well, like I said. Skeletor has it. And he's...here. In this town."

Another pause.

"...I'm pretty sure he hasn't actually...used it yet, though? Because otherwise we'd be hearing about his legions of the restless dead and all."

"It's still an open case, huh?"

Shepard thinks about it for a moment. "If this town's reputation is true, his plan's probably in the queue somewhere. You came here to track him down specifically, or was that just a happy coincidence?"

"Coincidence, actually. I just wanted to spend some time punching evil and maybe do some husband hunting?"

"I can definitely approve of the former, and I guess if you're royalty I can't call you too young for the latter."

Hey, if she was looking, it would probably be on the battlefield too.

"I'm sixteen! I got like five years, tops, before I'm so old nobody wants me!"

Medieval ideas about marriageable age: really good at being accidentally insulting when elaborated on.

"......"

Shepard's just going to stare meaningfully into the camera for a few seconds.

Princess Pegasus will just stare back innocently, completely unaware that she's said anything offensive.

"...right. Just remember you don't have to rush into things these days, and enjoy being a teenager while you can, alright?"

Let's be real here, Commander, you're already married to the Navy.

"Sure thing!"

Princess Pegasus grins happily. So cool!